australia’s fringe societies: the homeless, refugees, druggies in music

Originally uploaded by Jonathan!

there are simpy not enough thought-provoking songs that speak of the unfortunate, marginalised, stigmatised these days, highlighting their struggles, stories, tragedies occuring within the many societies, communities we have around us -everyone’s all to themselves…especially australian ones…

-its like as if we don’t have homeless people roaming arounds in city bins trying to find their next meal or begging you for a few coins just to buy a sundae cone from mc donalds…do we pretend that we didn’t see a few youths shooting up heroin in street corners and lane ways trying to numb, erase from themselves of the pain and shame from being raped repeatedly or tortured by their dads at home…or women from china, thailand, cambodia, laos, phillipines who’d paid thousands of dollars to come to this country thinking they’d be waitressing, housekeeping only to be secretly sold as slaves when they arrive and have to literally work their butt off in brothels, factories until they pay they freedom, i’m sure some of your husbands, boyfriends would know of that…where the news might inform you of the next conflict that might have erupted and people fleeing but it all seems to be surreal, remote that those places are so far that something similar will never touch your doorsteps and yet your neighbours, people who line up at centrelink, working at woolworths are from these places…but you never hear what they go through…

until i saw another clip on video clips this morning telling of their struggles…(being a refugee, settling in australia with his family)

(i çouldn’t find the video on youtube but they’ve got one on their facebook profile as well as their myspace)

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1218889676998&ref=mf

http://www.myspace.com/diafrix

i thought it was another american tragic story until i saw footscray, which is a suburb of melbourne…

here are some other good aussie tunes…

this guy tried on australian idol a few years back with his beepbox tunes and even though he didn’t make it to the top 12, this song really dominated the airwaves for weeks

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/joelturnerthemoderndaypoets/thesekids.html

JOEL TURNER & THE MODERN DAY POETS – these kids

These kids trapped in a struggle and
No where to head at night
A head full of trouble is all that they’re getting
And nobody knows the suffering they go through
And you wouldn’t believe ’em if they told you

These kids trapped in a struggle and
No where to head at night
A head full of trouble is all they’re getting
And nobody knows the suffering they go through
And you wouldn’t believe ’em if they told you

So many songs, so many times
The world had to hear so many rhymes
About how life is for strugglers
Minority groups, kids with single mothers
Young homies turn hustlers, stealing for money
It’s kinda funny how the crime rate is so high
In suburbs where family ties are low, ‘n suicides on the rise

Oh why, so many die cause in their eyes
The mistake they made, cant be erased the only way out is to take their life
And if they don’t do it sudden then they’ll do it slowly
Polluting themselves with drugs, because they on this world lonely
So we as a nation just class ’em as a waste of space
And if they don’t help the economy then strip ’em naked
Put ’em on the streets ‘n make sure the police hate ’em
And feed the public phony information on the evening news

Kids may bomb police stations, to get at the boys in blue
This song goes out to the whole justice system
Instead of listening to the kids with the problems
They just tick them off more
Until these kids in prison or dead before they twenty four

These kids trapped in a struggle and
No where to head at night
A head full of trouble is all that they’re getting
And nobody knows the suffering they go through
And you wouldn’t believe ’em if they told you

You probably heard the news about the 14 year old kid
Who went to Woodridge to get a stick but got his neck slit
What you’ll expect in, the situation that he was facing
With all of these expectations he just wanted to get wasted
But the mistake he made was fatal
What about my mate who put a rope around his neck
But he choked to death instead cause the fall never broke his neck
See both of them, were trapped in a struggle none of us could comprehend
The younger was in need of weed, the other had problems with his head
Now they’re both dead, and the same thing happens time ‘n time again
Kids dying all the time ‘n leave us asking why my friend
And then there is those who run away from home
Live on the streets ‘n chrome
Can’t deal with the pain of the world so they get stoned
Sit in a zone, become known as the local drones
With low vocal tones, they communicate with hopeless groans
And nobody knows they came from broken homes
Plus to us they’re just emotionless clones
And the pain plagues their brains they can’t maintain healthy lives
Change is all but easy, a life of crime is all but nice
Plus life isn’t worth living unless ya given the chance to fight
Drugs might not be the answer, but who knows wrong from right
When ya parents drinks 2 whole bottles
Of wine, ‘n puts the hose in the coke bottle,
A lot of the time, kids don’t know any different
It’s like they losing their minds, cant get a hold of their visions
Think they’re doing just fine, but they still in the struggle
Yeah the kids of this time, in a whole lot of trouble
If you in trouble, jump over that puddle
Some where out there someone really loves you
Loves you like you never been loved, yeah
Loves you like you’ve never been loved

These kids trapped in a struggle and
Don’t know where that they’re heading, no
A head full of trouble is all they’re getting
And nobody knows
Nobody knows

These kids trapped in a struggle and
No where to head at night
A head full of trouble is all they’re getting
And nobody knows the suffering they go through
And you wouldn’t believe ’em if they told you


http://www.myspace.com/hilltophoods

i heard this song when i was changing baz’s nappy on triple j -just to keep him preoccupied

FIFTY IN FIVE

http://www.songlyrics.com/hilltop-hoods/fifty-in-five-lyrics/

Terror cleared the skyline and anger clouded judgement,
So they spent a thousand nighttimes in the desert fighting something,
That they couldnt find, that made it something that they couldnt fight,
Left us all lamenting all the wrongs that they couldnt right,
This is for the second time, we’ve been here before,
From Vietnam to Saddam, we always needing a war,
Neo-conservatives rose up like Viet Cong,
Their fingers on the trigger we won’t be here long,
They killed MLK and they named a day after him,
They killed JFK and named an airport after him,
Some guy shot a monster called Reagan so he could bone,
A girl named Jodie Foster, if only he’d known,
We tested nukes in the atmosphere, the sea and dirt,
And they tested all these missiles just to see if they worked,
Now France got ’em, Russia got ’em, India and Pakistan,
Korea want ’em, states want ’em pointed at the Taliban,
Iran and Afghanistan, sands of the Arab lands,
Order from portable commands in armoured caravans, internet, 3g cellular phones,
Serial killers built in mini-sells in their homes,
And we had Manson, Bundy, Gacy-son of Sam,
Macarena, Superman, chicken dance, running man,
Generation X and generation Y,
And the generation next will degenerate and die,
Cause we got holes in the ozone that we put there ourselves,
Now the poles are a no-go, earths cooking itself,
And we cant look at ourselves so we got saline, botox, eighteen, fake tits, ninteen detox,
Don’t stop, get it, get it, can’t afford it get it credit,
Buy it, spend it, try it, getting fat? then you better ched it,
Ab-swing, blue blocker, Tupac or Biggy,
East coast, west coast, Fat Joe or fifty,
Thatcher the shifty iron lady, Tony Blair,
A princess died, some say cause she got Dodi there,
Whitlam, Keating, Hawke and a promise,
Of no children in poverty, wish that could have been honest,
We had abbot and costella, right wing overloads,

Promises and children, they threw em both overboard,
Overwrought refugees thrown to a group home,
Or jailed for the crime of looking for a new home,
Elvis died, Hendrix died, Lennon died
Genocide, in Africa, Serbia, Cambodia, pesticides, bio-toxins, chemical warfare,
All’s fair in love and war, more work for the pallbearer,
More terror, more unjust search and seizures,
A tidal wave came and claimed the coast of Indonesia,
Quakes in Iran, Japan and California,
Greenhouse gas turned the world into a sauna,
The trauma of mortars, martyrs, slaughters,
Of partners, mourners, fathers and daughters,
They chassed us, caught us, numbered us to sort us,
Raped up, scorned us, to break us they bought us,
Third world kidneys for captains of industry,
Uprising in the street, corruption in the ministry,
A blowjob brought about the fall of a dynasty,
And MP3s saw the fall of an industry,
Doubled population, halved accommodation,
Carved up resources and we starved the poorer nations, Beirut, Chechnya, all hell,
Broke loose, belin, ninteen eighty nine man, the wall fell,
Cold war ended but that didn’t stop more shells,
Waco lit up the sky like burning oil wells,
A world laid waste addiction,
Tell Orwell truth’s always stranger then fiction,
Big brother’s on closed circuit TV and on cable,
Reality’s now scripted, celebrity’s for sale, jeopary and jail, seized, depossed,
Remedies and penalties for failed CEO’s,
We had the Enron collapse, and white-collar crime,
Investors they were taxed, a dollar for a dime,
The blue chip companies and blue-sky mines,
We no longer choose sides we choose sidelines,
Rich bleeding the kind, blind leading the blind,
And history repeats, no competing with time,
Gasses eating the minds of the vets that they bing home,
The plague of agent orange, gulf war syndrome,
Soldiers sent home, posttraumatic stress leave,
STDs cause the sleeve aint sexy,
AIDS shook the eighties, grim reaper with a bowling ball,
Metallica, kill em all, let god scold em all,
The Guildford four, chicago seven,
Mumia, mandela, oceans eleven,
Half past twelve on friday the thirteenth,
Dawn of the dead, a nightmare on elm street,
Weapons free environment, war zone, phone home,
Melanoma grow as we soak in the ozone,
Home-grown, hydro, cocaine, nitro,
Werewolf in london, american physco,
Cyclones, bushfires, bush firing scuds,
Naby boomers, woodstoack what happened to the love?
What happened to the cubs? they def em to the wolves,
Set a trial for pedophiles, they let em in the schools,
Set em on the students, turned em on the kids,
And everyone responsible should burn for what they did,
And if they try to deny then an eye for an eye,
The government and church on which we try to rely,
Both rob us till it hurts chasing lie after lie,
Like astronauts chasing a pie in the sky,
They landed on the moon but can’t seem to return there,
Makes some question if they ever really were there,
And if they were there now and they looked back,
Would we look them in the eye, could we look back?
Cause when we look back at what we have done,
Can you believe what we have become?
As we walk into the sun,
Can you believe what we have become?
As we walk into the sun.

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~ by nursheikha on August 30, 2009.

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